Medusa's death was not all in vain
After Perseus' sickle caressed her neck
She gazed at his aegis with eyes of victory
And whispered your name to the wind.

Steno and Euryale raised you well
To become all the things they can never be
A monster's dreams, an outcast's hopes
Your sisters' love turned to sibling rivalry.*

And here you are, in the world of mortals
Trying to love what your sisters loathed
Begging to understand the ways of men
Seeking your own form of redemption.

But as the fourth Gorgon you are yet to be
You're all the things a monster is not
Transcending divine beauty effortlessly
Putting all the Greek goddesses to shame.

Your gaze doesn't turn mortals to stone
But rather warm their cold and drunken hearts
Your hair's on braids, not a hundred snakes
Stroked by velvet palms instead of hands of brass.

You got a pair of fangs, but harmless ones
That makes your smiles the most fascinating
Perhaps even Athena, goddess as she is
*Can't curse a rare beauty that you are.

Your face is oblique
But it's quite unique
Don't mind the critique.

Apply a pound of cosmetics
Transform your looks of a derelict
Into an Anna Kendrick.

Here, take this bouquet
Use a striking sobriquet
And own the soiree.

Sting like a bee
With your Master's degree
In bottomless energy.

Crack jokes like a nut
Leave them hanging like, "What?"
Blend your humor and your guts.

End the night like milk
Drag your dress of fake silk
Call a taxi driver of your ilk.

Head home like a killer
Laugh proud at the mirror
Because tonight, you're the winner.

Slowly, idly, lackadisaically
The clock ticks to a thousand degree
Crossing angles of my obliquity
An eternal wait of pure agony.

A mind game is but a child's play
In these four walls of cream and grey
And the heart could easily fall prey
To this pointless introverted decay.

How time flies by so fast
But its wayward wings can never last
It can only cry a regretful past
How soon is soon, this I shall pass.

The future is an elusive plead
Of the tattered hearts and scornful greed
That the mind will try to sprout a seed
And sow a tree to bear the deed.

Tomorrow lies my judgment
That will either end or start the torment
And all these myriad of seconds spent
Will all turn a fraction of a fleeting moment.

The ceiling becomes a painted mirror
Of pure monochromatic colors
My veins enrapture in this cold terror
As my heart relearns this familiar horror.

Long before we were born
She already stood
In her 3-inch feet
Ready to wear the shoes
Of eldest sister
And firstborn daughter.

Years until her toys were torn
She easily understood
In her little big heart
Happy to share the love
Of father and mother
With her sister and brothers.

Not a single day did she get bored
Watching us grow together
Our heights were swapped
But we remained intact
As a sibling of four
And a family in God's favor.

Three decades after she explored
The world as a pathfinder
She led the flock
With wisdom and skills
The way she knows best
And we're more than blessed.

1 Upon slumber, unfold thou faerie eyes,
2 Grab ye stardust, prepare thou soulful flight;
3 If in journey’s midst wrapped with nature’s guise,
4 Be not nimble less so to wane thou light.

5 Bright fireflies conspire to dim thee shadow,
6 As thou fleet bequeath pure enraptured plains;
7 Chanting rhymes, dryads cometh to follow,
8 Thou escapade to human cosmic vains.

9 Let our worlds converge on a rendezvous,
10 Where love’s verge proves true its life immortal;
11 A portal death’s call shall only endow,
12 A cycle of joy and fear revival.

13 Let our world’s loathe expire from our being,
14 Time nor death can’t hinder love’s revealing.

1 I beseech the night to bewitch the day,
2 That the latter suffice, employ her, charmed;
3 To seize her specter with illustrious ray,
4 Through his ember embrace her frost be warmed.

5 I pleadeth ye tide to transpire from sea,
6 So he may leak and she thirsts his substance;
7 When vapor drained she would surely seek he,
8 Whence but gush back will be cared with constance.

9 Permit this herculean love lose muscle,
10 And all strength from thy heart subside;
11 Implore thou mind to unknot this puzzle,
12 Patch them pieces, surge within thee collide.

13 Just as how Hades tangled Proserpine,
14 Our love’s fortune soon paint great self design.

It was quite a while
Since I wrote to you
I'll make up with a smile
And "how do you do?"

You see, I've been busy
Roaming round the streets
In this sleepless city
Of lies and deceits.

I longed for my pen
And my loot of ink
Missed going down my den
To write what I think.

But I have a story
I sure love to tell
A dash of honesty
It could ring a bell.

As I make my way
In this jungle of concrete
People live the day
With a dying spirit.

They tend for the future
And wake up tomorrow
Caged in a wicked culture
In the grayest limbo.

They don't sing the same
Nor dance the beat
They won't play the game
To warm their feet.

But the coldest truth
I've come to know
Is one to bear fruit
From a fear to grow.

Their hollow heart
Left the passion to write
Of how poems start
And end with might.

I'm stuck at a sea
Of wandering souls
A piece of humanity
In a thousand ghouls.

I see
No human faces
In this city of bones
Only fallen graces
On crumbled stones.

I hear
The masked men
In their soliloquy
At the desolate den
Of pure agony.

I feel
Them reach their hands
To a chanting bell
As they zealously trance
Towards the gates of hell.

I smell
The rotten corpses
Of murdered hopes
Hanged in the ruined churches
Of silenced popes.

I taste
The bitter end
Of a golden age
Corrupted by the hand
Of pride and rage.

The sun melts the zenith
Of wild galloping horses
Igniting the mist of dust
From the scorched flesh.

The moon fluttered to the gallows
Where the dawn slithered by
But her inevitable death
Sprung a vengeful return.

The infant orb of Helium
Lies cradled in the horizon
Where the grinning darkness lurks
In the vesper of the shadows.

Pitter-patter rain of fire,
To the coldest burns of my desire.
****** my soul so strong but weak,
And feed them to the roaring meek.

Light up all the stars so dark,
Ignite my waning cogs of spark.
Send me near a distant sun,
And let me end where I began.

Scorch me with your biting chill,
And move me with your thoughts so still.
Blow my mind in the gentle gust,
And polish all the gems of rust.

Nothing triumphs every fall,
Of shortest ego standing so tall.
Grief will laugh and joy will weep,
To the beauty of the ugly sheep.

The calendar shed its last leaf of chances,
Three hundred and sixty six windows shut;
The moon has undergone a dozen phases,
But no high or low tide can get you past.
Your lackadaisical methods and indecision,
Failed to find that door to a good year;
And you're suffocating in your desperation,
Like a nightmare trapped in its own fear.
Eleven disappointed months fall in line,
Even December has already accepted its fate;
Cascading like lifeless dominoes you'll find,
Scattered in the wastes of your world inanimate.
Self-abhorring like a snake biting its own tail,
Aimlessly mindfully going around in circles;
Reading rejection letters and spam emails,
Looking for false hope in a perpetual cycle.
Making a promise you know you can't keep,
Like the past new years that will have come and gone;
Where you always try to count all your sheep,
And your wolves will make sure to give you none.

I couldn’t help but wonder how
My life has changed from past to now
College years have come and gone
With battles fought and friendship won

I can’t rethink how I put up
A fight with all the hazy crap
Reports and quizzes make me see
My messy life’s a topsy-turvy

At times I’ve longed for high school days
When fun chased all my fears away
Exams are all but worry-free
Not like now, dread won’t leave me be

Eye bags pop from lack of sleep
Flapping out like a bulldog’s cheek
Breakfast shake hands with my lunch
Nothing’s cheaper than a brunch!

I wouldn’t care if you wouldn’t dare
To bust your **** out of a chair
For four straight hours to read or so
Without a choice, you can’t say no

Professors blow your brains away
With problems that are sure to stay
In the deepest corner of your mind
You’ll end up asking why life’sunkind.

Amidst all these, I always end
With a thought of awe and self amends
My college life is more than fear,
Struggles, hex, and countless tears

People of same age as you
Share you love and gaiety too
Laugh out loud to let you know
They’re always there and won’t let go

I couldn’t help but wonder how
My life has changed from past to now
I sure have lived this life He made me
And out I’ll share my college story.

My mommy is
busy babysitting
and breastfeeding
another baby's
Daddy.

On the second of September,
God summoned His loyal angel
Plucked the wings of the great warrior
And sent her down for a mortal's favor.

She was born as a lovely daughter
And then she grew as a thoughtful sister
Learned to be a wonderful procreator
And now enjoys her career as a grandmother.

But God didn't take her light away
Knowing that she'll use it all throughout her days
To touch the lives of those she met and stayed
And illuminate the home she has nurtured each day.

She's still the angel that God allowed
To prove her loyalty with an unbroken vow
Ordered to sow love, she felt loved in return
She is everything that a family could yearn.

Why do I find myself so
Weak in your arms?
Why do I fall my knees
To the pit of your charms?
Why do I betray my thoughts
For your wicked lies?
Why do I lend my ears
To your mournful cries?
Why do I lean my
Shoulders when you weep?
Why do I stay awake
Just to watch you sleep?
Why do I feel alone
If you're not around?
Why do my feet dance
When you make a sound?
Why do I catch my breathe
While you walk my way?
Why do I see heavens
When I watch you pray?
Why do I hate myself hating love?
When you're a transcedent from up above?

Doorsteps filled with hollow bodies
Heads cut open three-sixty-degrees
Smell of burnt candles lit up inside
The skin-carved grinning faces.

Kitchen covered in orange blood
Knives dicing the earthy flesh
The pots and ovens are steaming
All the choicest of parts.

Backyard decorated with guts
And spoiled meat left for the crows
The seeds scattered all over
Lying in a bed of dead hay.

Oh, what a happy day!
For the sweet tooth and high-spirited
But never the gray skies
That bore witness to the carnage.

I killed my ego with a pen
Using backstabbing verses
Of betrayal and pretense.

But from all the ***** ink it bled
The pen hemorrhaged to death
Such inglorious ruination.

The blood scribbled on the paper
A nonsensical composition
Now a useless paraphernalia.

I skillfully crumpled the evidence
And threw all dead bodies to the bin
A towering pile of unworthy victims.

I'd gladly replace them with fresher supply
As I satiate my thirst for more intriguing pieces
Worthy candidates for my delightful collection.

The wooden door that I used to knock
When I come running home from school
Is the very door that embraced me back
When life outside turned cruel.

The tall racks seemed a bit older
From ***** shoes which come and gone
The vases have turned decades colder
But didn't miss a lot of fun.

The tattered canvas painting
Survived countless humid nights
As our mutters echoed up the ceiling
That stopped when we turned off the lights.

The windows are clean but rusty
With the curtains that nimble still
Where I jumped around so carelessly
As I played Tarzan up the hill.

The lights have turned gloomy
But still have the warmth inside
Like what mom still shares with daddy
A true love that won't subside.

The kitchen sizzled endlessly
As we dine there day by day
The round table remained sturdy
Through the years we sit and pray.

There laid the old bicycle I rode
With my stubborn older brother
The puppets that have lively showed
By the hands of my elder sisters.

It seems I've flown years away
But my heart remained in here
Where it found the meaning to stay
With people I laughed and shed a tear.

A house can never be a home
Unless it is filled through seasons
With a love that grows in every loam
From the hearts that need no reasons.

There's not a single day
That you'd come home
Without wearing  
A smile on your face.
I would hurriedly run
Towards the front door
And eagerly reach
For one of your hands.
As it pressed upon my
Sweaty forehead
Filled with naive thoughts
And childish games.
I felt the warmth in it
Like a tireless contraption
Ready to twist and turn
And push and pull.
You'd effortlessly brush off
The dirt from your shoes
And quickly remove your socks
So you can walk around the house.
You'd gladly embrace mother
And greet my brother and sisters
Almost like you've returned
From a wonderful vacation.
But now I finally realize
You've been coming home
From the daily battles of life
Emerging as an undefeated victor.
You are the unsung hero
Whose stories I'm proud to tell,
Whose resolve is unparalleled,
Whose love is beyond compare.

Life is a heck of an application.
You may know how it should start
But you can't be certain how it will end.

You can never delete what has been written
But you can give yourself a pause break
And then decide if you have to shift paths.

You cannot escape what has been laid before you
Or try some backspaces to correct your wrongs
Jumping between tabs is also impossible.

Different people will insert in your life's many chapters
Those who will shake your hand during your page ups
And those who will pat your back on your page downs.

So caps lock for all your big moments
And scroll lock for your every lofty dream
Num lock for every blessing you will receive.

If you scroll up you life's pages but get no clue
And scroll down only to find yourself regrets
Don't forget that  you can always go back home.

1 Life’s melody plucketh on broken strings,
2 When thou visage pulsates songs of passion;
3 Resonating frail music thy tongue springs,
4 Thee’s faltered core of fettered intentions.

5 Through rain I burneth, in thou radiance chill,
6 Thy mind defeats what thy heart embattles;
7 If pain lingers sweet, I benumb to feel,
8 And feed ceaseless bane and boon entangles.

9 Lest thee feeling withers, I recompense,
10 The gaiety of life in thy love’s commend;
11 To abhor the horror, erase the tense,
12 And finally embark to last the end.

13 Though Uterpe’s shut, Cupid’s arrow broke,
14 Our hearts shall sing rhythm, love will uncloak.

The sun wakes up with the warmest smile
And flowers bloom in a fragrant pile
The zenith high and the sea below
Witness how you age and grow

A tingle underneath your sheet
Makes your slumber slip underneath your feet
As you look up to the numbers far
It’s your birthday! Says the calendar

While your heart beats fast for what’s in store
Should your guests come knocking at your door?
Or your friends and pals and sweetheart too
Would they be there to celebrate with you?

Remember that through all the pain
And the wisdom through those years you’ve gained
There’s a single one you didn’t find
In your parties or of such a kind

Yet He was there to share with you
The tears and wrath and gaiety too
Protect you from all sorts of harm
And embraces you to keep you warm

So on your birthday please don’t forget
To thank God for your every breath
For His love and light and countless bliss
Who deserves the biggest hug and kiss

Today as you add up another year
To the digits of your age my dear
Remember Him and all those who
Make your life and dreams do come true

But of course don’t ever odd me out
From your list of memorable laugh and shout
I’m your friend who wishes the best there are
For your birthday’s written in the stars.

The Easter Bunny came hopping,
Bringing his delightful corruption.
Of drugged candies and malicious toys,
Luring children into misrepresentation.

Armed men play an Easter hunt,
A trail of empty shells on their back.
Not of poultry eggs but deadly bullets,
As they enter forsaken cities to sack.

The Sunday of renewal has come,
But useless over the forest of stones.
Where hopeless and mournful souls,
Sat over thousands of crumbling bones.

I want to plunge into the azure sky
And bathe in the dawn's light,
I'll disperse like a mist of vapors
Vanishing into the ocean's mirror.

I want to sit on the roaring goliaths
Of volcanoes and towering sierras,
Cradled by a stream of clouds
Serenaded by mysterious hums.

I want to dance in the breeze
Of frigid winters and blazing summers,
Play with the flickering bolts
And sing with the rolling thunders.

I want to sleep under Luna's *****
Beneath a blanket of a million stars,
As I dream of storms in the Pacific
Or the Auroras in the Arctic.

Everywhere's a center stage,
The largest zoo of a billion cage.
You can sit in front of your TV screen,
Or go outside to see smokes rising from the scenes.
It's a scorching sight to behold, yes,
But we'll enjoy it nevertheless.

You can switch to a hundred channels,
Featuring all of the biggest scandals.
Each show set ablaze by different combustions
People killing people, cities, and nations.
Glorifying carnal desires like gods of men,
With knowledge of sin and the intent to do it again.

The list just goes on like the raging flames,
People getting beaten in their own wicked games.
Leaders waging wars with their toy soldiers,
The media deceiving their susceptible viewers.
Followers losing faith in their God and church
People not finding love no matter where they search.

Let's enjoy the spectacle, there's no need to rush,
We can paint the view with a worn-out brush.
Fuel to the fire's as infinite as people's wrath,
From the trivial problems, issues, and whatnot.
To the most intriguing dilemmas confronting man,
Too busy he forgot how the world should be run.

Just slowly hold your breath,
Then fake your own death,
By using a foolproof plot,
Tricking everyone on the spot,
Confusing the supernatural,
With a boring script for your funeral,
Filled with synthetic flowers,
And a pretentious bunch of mourners,
Who can reenact the melodrama,
Without breaking their persona.
You can scribble your own prayers,
And rearrange all the chairs,
As if they're watching a movie flop,
Or a bomb about to be dropped,
Their faces painting either sorrow,
Or the joy of a free desperado
You can lace the refreshments,
With a dash of resentment,
And hire a clown to spill ***** jokes,
To make them laugh until they choke.
Enjoy the show of your grand design,
As both friends and enemies fall in line.

Emptying old boxes
Packing well wishes
Tying new shoelaces
Charging drained devices
Keeping dozen promises
Settling past businesses
Equipping couple punches
Looking more fearless
Winning upcoming matches.

You can stop the time effortlessly,
And make everything else lose motion;
In this dimension of two possibilities,
I would break the laws of constants,
To rise to this rare occasion,
While I helplessly but mindfully,
Keep falling into your machinations,
Because you're the only variable,
Making sense in this causal prediction.

You can state all of your demands,
While seemingly making a point;
I'll supply smiles to your shenanigans,
And validate all these assumptions;
Let's meet halfway and find the perfect joint,
To sieze the meaning of our existence,
Without a care to this world's boring bustles;
All the other factors can wait in line,
Because you're the missing piece to my puzzle.

You could be
Ginger haired
With a Pepper head
Onion-skinned
With a Garlic Breath
You'll be all the spice I need.

I don't care if you're
Foxy witted
Thinking fishy plans or
Chicken hearted with
Monkey business in your hands.
I'll tame every wild fauna that you are.

Bring on those
Cheesy lines
And Eggy praises
Cry over spilled Milk
For Butterfingered choices.
Honey, you're the sweetest pastry to me.

February Marched east
Skipped the blue moon in between
So he May see June.

He kept it in a box
Laid out a dozen traps
Set up a thousand locks
So it will not find love
To save him from the pain.

Of giving what is left
In the residue of him
What life remained inside
Of his dead fidelity
She killed a long time ago.

Now it got him thinking
About chasing serendipity
And the might-have-been
If it is still beating
He can only second guess.

A self-defeating experiment
Designed to tell the truth
As he watched closely in that box
His heart, looking half alive or dead
Will it learn to love again?

Spring sprouted
Summer stung
Autumn altered
Winter withered
Sequence Spun

If the reaper showed the moment of your death
Would you watch it with great excitement
Or would you rather not?
Would you tell the world how you'd meet your doom
Or would you keep it a secret
Until you meet it soon?
Would you accept your end with open arms
Or would you try to avoid it
Like breaking a curse with charms?
Would you live each day like it was your last
Or would you use the present
To bend your future without rewriting the past?
Would you start saying your last goodbyes
Or would you try finding a way out
Of your inevitable demise?
Would it be a question of when or how?
Or would it be a premise of here and now?